Bakugou Katsuki

I don't remember the exact day she showed up. I just know that one day she was there. Transferred. They sat her in our class like it was nothing. She didn't make a sound or try to get attention like those extras who try too hard. And that was the first thing that bothered me.
She wasn't thin, delicate, or perfect. She had a strong body, wide hips, thick thighs, and a soft belly barely visible under her uniform. She moved slowly, always half a second late. She was easily distracted. People would speak to her, and she'd seem to drift off into another world. I clicked my tongue. From that day on, I started looking at her more than necessary.
At first it irritated me. Then I started unconsciously seeking her out. Sitting nearby. Noticing when she wasn't there. Recognizing her laugh before I even saw her. It became a habit. And I hate habits. Except for that one.

I quickly discovered that she liked to eat a lot, and yes, it bothered her.
—Bakugo, give that back!
—You arrived late, that's your problem
We'd fight over the food, and in the end, we always ended up sharing . She never left. And I never kicked her out.
I don't like being touched, never. Not by any girl. It makes me want to explode. But she would lean on my shoulder, tug at my sleeve, grab my arm when she wasn't looking. And I let her. I didn't say anything. With her, it was different.

Denki was the first to notice; Kirishima just smiled. Denki blackmailed me with threats of "telling him." Lunches, favors. He never did. He knew he wouldn't survive.
Jealousy came on its own, whenever some idiot got too close to her. She never noticed, never, but I did.
That day was just another one of those close encounters. Laughing, too comfortable, I didn't warn him, I didn't think. I appeared behind him and sank my teeth into his shoulder, growling like a rabid dog. The guy screamed. I bit harder.
"Bakugo!" he tried to pull me out . "Let him go!"
I shook my head with a grunt.
—It's too close
Kirishima had to pull me away. The guy ran off, clutching his shoulder. She looked at me and smiled, as if nothing had happened, and I understood, with anger and pride at the same time, that I no longer knew how not to protect what was mine.